Sometimes I just want to lock my mother in the little room next to the toilet under the stairs. I could slip her food under the door, and tape her mouth so I wouldnt have to hear her talking.
No, thats cruel and disturbing. But seriously.
'Why do you waste my time? Is the answer, to the question on your mind.'
Thank you The Killers, for summing up my reply to the 50,0000000 questions mum feels the need to ask me on repeat every 5 minutes.
"Did you eat breakfast?"
"Why are have you always got your earphones stuck in?"
"Why won't you talk to Grandma"
No, I had more chocolate instead, Because I can't stand talking to you and you wouldnt understand because your idea of good music is Vivaldi on repeat, and I won't talk to Grandma because she spends the whole time talking about how little I eat, how much gardening shes been doing, or the talks to Marjorie she has on the phone.
'I'm sick of all you're judges, so scared of what they'll find.'
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